In absolutely no logical order, some scenes of Cheryl and I pushing our limits this year.
By the end of the year, we'd look back on this fondly as one of the easier bridges to get across.
Once you start collecting conchs, it's tough to stop.
Sunset at Murrell's Inlet
What we looked like a few minutes before launching on our 100 mile bike ride. There's a good reason we don't have "after" pictures.
Cheryl out on a limb.
This log cabin isn't on the official map of Eno State Park. We found it by following the very faint remnants of an old road.
At Hanging Rock.
At Tory's Den.
A winter's walk.
No one said there'd be dinosaurs!
Perched atop Cthulhu.
New River Trail, about 40 miles in, just before the last ten miles ground our spirits to dust.
Old tunnel on New River Trail.
Cheryl grooving on the ponies at Grayson Highlands.
A little together time at the top of the world.
Some alone time at the top of the world!
Reaching the top of the world ain't easy.
We took a lot of selfies in front of water and rocks. This is one of them.
Abandoned trestle off the Mountain to Sea Trail.
Literally pushing the boundaries at Eno State Park.
Neuse River Trail.
That might be Cheryl near the top. The camera was a little muddy....
We also posed in front of fields. Lots and lots of fields.
Advanced selfie taking while bike riding.
Not the only time this year we were caught by rain.
Biking after rain turns the pavement into mirrors.
Nothing like sharing adventures with family!
I've always liked Popeye. All this biking is giving me his legs.
Cheryl spend much of the year with a bike chain grease tattoo.